Come in. Welcome. I'm E .G. Marshall. Welcome
to the world of mystery. To the world of terrifying
imagination. The story you are about to hear
is called Lost Dog. Yes, a dog story. But please
don't expect a charming family tale about man's
best friend. In fact... You may even decide that
the dog in this story is man's worst enemy. It
all depends on whether or not you share the particular
terror of our heroine, Miss Julia Smollett. Our
mystery drama, Lost Dog, was written especially
for the Mystery Theatre by Henry Slesser and
stars Kim Hunter. I'll be back shortly with Act
One. Our story begins in the quiet parlor of
a small suburban house at the end of Elm Street.
Well, not completely quiet, since young Ronnie
Hughes is once again practicing his scales under
the gentle, watchful eyes of his piano teacher,
Mrs. Julia Smollett. Well, that was very good,
Ronnie. It was much better than last time. I
still wish we could skip this scale stuff, Mrs.
Smollett. I mean, I'm not saying that I'm ready
to play concertos yet, but just the same... Why
does it bother you so much, Ronnie? Well, playing
scales makes me feel like a little kid, I guess.
That's silly. All the finest pianists had to
learn their scales before they could play any
compositions. I guess it's my fault for starting
to learn to play so late in life. Ronnie, 19
years old isn't very late in life. I'm 20, Mrs.
Smollett. Are you? Already? Oh, now, now don't
tell me you've been coming here a full year.
No. Just about four months. But my birthday was
last week. It was on Thursday. You weren't well
last Thursday. Oh, yes, that's right. You still
don't look well. Listen, why don't we see how
well you know the chromatics? Your cheek, it's
swollen. It's still swollen. Does it hurt? No,
no, no, it doesn't hurt at all. It was silly
of me to stumble and fall that way. know that
your husband hit you, Mrs. Smollett. Now that's
a very silly thing to say. You can't tell me
it isn't the truth. I remember the first time
he did it. At least the first time I knew anything
about it. Now I'm going to have to put a stop
to this. Yes. I wish you would. I wish you'd
call the police or something the next time it
happens. Now listen to me, young man. You've
been listening to a lot of foolish town gossip.
Then tell me it isn't true. What I'm telling
you is that it isn't any of your business. Yeah.
Yeah, I guess that's right. It's none of my business.
I should never open my big mouth. I'll just keep
it shut from now on. Ronnie. Yeah? All right.
All right, my husband and I had a quarrel. He
was drunk, wasn't he? George is in a very difficult
occupation. The competition is very keen, and
well, the people he has to deal with aren't always
very gentle. I don't know anything about the
trucking business, Mrs. Smollett. I just hate
the idea of anybody hurting you. That's all.
I just can't understand why he'd do such a thing.
What did you do to him? Well if you must know
Ronnie and I Won't allow him to have a dog you
what it sounds silly doesn't it and you're right
it is It's silly on my part, but I'm absolutely
terrified of dogs and unfortunately my husband
wants one he wants one very much and That's why
he hit you well the argument goes back a very
long ways almost almost since George and I were
married seven years ago. Only, it wasn't much
of a problem when we lived in the city. George
didn't have his trucking company then, he was
just a driver, but when he got the chance to
buy into a firm out here, well, we bought this
house. And I guess having a house in the country
made George think about dogs and things. Bob.
I just don't see what's so important about it.
Well, some things become important in marriage.
Oh, now, just look what all this talk has done
to the time. It's after 6 .30. My husband's gonna
be home in half an hour and I haven't even started
dinner. Will he beat you for that, too? Ronnie,
if you keep talking this way, well, I just don't
think it would be wise to continue giving you
lessons. You don't mean that. I'll see you on
Thursday, Ronnie. Yeah. Sure. Bye, Mrs. Smollett.
Goodbye, Ronnie. And happy birthday, Ronnie.
What else could I tell the guy? I had two semis
in a repair shop. If I wanted the job, I had
to use his equipment. Well, fine. Only nobody
was gonna hook me for a 500 -buck premium. Hey,
are you listening, Julia? Uh, yes. Yes, I'm listening,
George. What's the matter with you tonight? I'm
a little tired, I suppose. Tired? You? From what?
Lifting the piano cover? Ah, you make me sick.
You know that? You weren't listening to a word
I said. You don't care about what happens in
my business. You never cared. I never understood
much about it. You always talk to me as if I'm
one of your associates. I know what's eating
on you. Think I don't know? You're sitting there
like the last judgment. You're sitting there
blaming me for taking that swipe at you last
week. I know you're wrong. Look at yourself.
You didn't even bother putting makeup on that
cheek of yours. Makeup wouldn't cover the swelling.
You want to remind me how much you suffer. Well,
I got a hot flash for you, kid. The one who suffers
around this house is me. I could enjoy this house
plenty. I could have a great time if you weren't
so sick in the head. You're talking about the
dog again. Why not? You think I forgot? But surely
it can't mean that much to you. I've had dogs
ever since I was six years old. You never talked
about it when we were living in the city. It
was different. Who'd put a dog in that air -conditioned
chicken coop? But now we've got a house. A real
honest -to -god house, Julia. A house needs a
dog. Oh, George. You know I feel terrible about
saying no, but I can't help myself. It's just
something in me. It's a phobia, I guess, but
dogs terrify me. Even small dogs, tiny, harmless
little dogs. I go to pieces when one comes near
me. That's all in your mind. Yes, but isn't that
enough? No, not for me it isn't. Can't you understand
that it's like a sickness, like a disease? Okay,
so if it's like a disease, how come you never
got cured? How come you never saw a doctor about
it? A doctor? Yeah, that's right. You're telling
me you're sick? We'll just find out. Where are
you going? I'm going to get you an appointment,
a doctor's appointment. I'm calling Dr. McCann
right now. At this hour? I'll call him at home
and make an appointment for tomorrow. We're going
to settle this thing once and for all. Well,
Julia maybe Maybe I'm the wrong kind of doctor
What do you mean? Well, if you're serious about
getting rid of this phobia That would take a
specialist you mean as a psychiatrist some kind
of head doctor I'm sure you realize that people
who are afraid of certain things, well, they've
usually had something happen to them in their
childhoods, some traumatic experience or other
that gets stuck in their mind like a burr and
won't come out. Doctor, you know we couldn't
possibly afford going through analysis. George's
company isn't doing that well. He'd never stand
for paying all that money week after week. Well...
Maybe you don't need all that couch stuff. Maybe
there's something else you might try. Like what?
Do you ever hear of hypnotherapy? You mean getting
hypnotized by someone? Not just by someone. I
mean someone who can put you under and maybe
help cure you of this thing. I'm not saying it
always works, but it does sometimes. I don't
know. The thought sort of frightens me. Nothing
frightening about it. It might be just the way
to find out why you're really afraid of dogs.
One minute. What'd you do, forget your key? Yes,
George, I'm sorry. Where you been so late? It's
almost a quarter after seven. I'm I went to a
movie after I saw dr. McCann I was I was just
so nervous. I had to get out of myself So I I
went to this movie and it lasted longer than
I thought it would oh, that's great Just great
now what happens to my dinner dinners already
all I have to do is heat it That's a fine thing.
I come home early to surprise you you're not
even here I'm sorry, George. Do you think you
should have more to drink now? I mean, it won't
take me more than ten minutes to get dinner on
the table. Never mind how much I drink. Besides,
I'm in no hurry for dinner. I want to know what
the doctor said. Well, it's just as I told you,
George. There's nothing Dr. McCann can do for
me. It's not something that can be cured with
a pill. There's gotta be some way. Well, he suggested
that maybe a different kind of doctor, a hypnotherapist.
A what? Someone who hypnotizes you, who tries
to make you go back into your past. Sounds like
a lot of junk to me. It might do some good. I
really don't know. I'll tell you what would do
some good. A little direct action. That's what
you need. What are you talking about, George?
The only way to learn how to swim is to jump
in the water, right? Well, that's what you need,
Julia. I simply can't make you understand, can
I? Well, maybe I can make you understand. Forget
it. You want to get that dinner ready? I'm hungry.
Yes, yes, I'm going now. Look, why don't you
change first? Change? Yeah, yeah, you're close.
Give more... Comfortable. Yes, I think I'd like
to do that, George. I won't be long. George!
George, there's a dog on our bed! A horrible
big dog! Take it easy. That's my surprise. That's
your teller. Get him out of here! Please! Please,
George! Take him away! He's only a dog for a
few seconds. He's not going to hurt you. Get
him out, George! Please! It goes to prove that
there are more terrors in this world of ours
than anyone imagines. But the question in the
Smollett House is, which one is the real terror?
Attila the dog, or George the husband? We'll
learn more about both of them when we return
shortly with Act Two. Now let's return to the
plight of Mrs. Julia Smollett, the woman whose
nightmares take the shape of a barking dog. How
long do you want me to board the animal, Mr.
Smollett? I don't know. Until that wife of mine
gets her head on straight, I guess. Beg your
pardon? My wife doesn't like dogs. Took one look
at a tiller and screamed the house down. Well,
some women get scared of Dobermans. This dog's
only six months old, for Pete's sakes. Practically
a puppy. Can you board my dog until my wife gets
through with her treatment? Treatment? I don't
think I understand. Just give me a straight answer.
Oh, yes, sir. Certainly, we'll take the dog for
as long as you like. We'll see how long that
is. Please sit down, Mrs. Smollett. Thank you.
Right here, Mr. Smollett. Yeah, thanks. You both
seem a little nervous. I'm sorry, Dr. Frohlich,
but I suppose I am. I know. Dr. McCann explained
to me. He said that hypnotherapy was an accepted
kind of treatment. For some cases, yes. Not all
of them. All I want to know is, will it work?
Well frankly, I don't know much about your wife
or her problem I'm not going to say I can help
her get over this particular phobia until I do
please George Let me tell the doctor about it.
I could tell him in one sentence My wife's afraid
of dogs all dogs big ones little ones falls apart
when she just looks at one No, that isn't true.
I don't fall apart as my husband said unless
Unless I'm close to them Animal phobias are one
of the most common types I deal with, Mrs. Smollett.
And I might say that I have a great deal of success
with them. But how do you do it? I use a technique
called hyperamnesia. Amnesia? Actually, it's
the opposite of amnesia. After placing the subject
in a trance state and making her completely willing
to free herself from critical judgments about
her past... Wait a minute. I'm not following
you. What we do is get the subject to remember
long forgotten, very, very deeply repressed experiences.
Sometimes they remember them in great detail.
even though they still maintain amnesia at the
conscious level. Do you see? I'm not sure I do.
Do you mean you can find something in my mind
that I don't even know is there? Possibly. It
may take some time. We might need several visits
to establish a rapport between us, but if all
goes well... We should soon be able to find out
if anything in your past is causing this problem
And of course that something will most likely
concern a dog That wasn't one of Hank's longest
passes, but it was a bullet right at Joe Flax
deep in enemy territory It was all very strange.
Oh, come on, let's hear it. Did he get you hypnotized
or didn't he? Look, I just want to hang my coat
up. Look, I'm missing a big game just because
I want to hear. You might as well turn it on
again, George, because all that Dr. Frohlich
did was what he called the first stages. What
does that mean? I mean, well, he put me under
all right. There wasn't any problem about that.
Yeah, I figured that. Tell me what he said about
the dog. He didn't say anything George. Oh, what
do you mean? Just that he didn't start talking
about my problem. That's gonna have to wait until
I'm more receptive What's he trying to do keep
stringing you along until he bleeds me dry? Those
visits cost 50 bucks each you know that I know
it's expensive But you're the one who insisted
that I go 50 bucks a week plus kennel charges
Couple of months of that and I'll be hocking
half of my trucks. Look, you tell that guy to
get down to business. It's only my second visit,
George. Well, we better start seeing some results
on number three, understand? I'm not waiting
any longer. There doesn't have to be a number
three as far as I'm concerned we can stop right
now. What are you talking about George? I don't
want to do this thing. I I hate being put under
I hate anybody poking around in my subconscious
but for something that isn't even important to
me You mean you want to be sick? I Think I'll
lie down for a while. Don't you walk out on me?
I'm sure you'd rather watch a football game.
I'll tell me what to do I know. You think I'm
Mr. Lowbrow. But let me tell you something, kid.
You're no fairy princess anymore. Maybe that's
what you used to think you were back in the old
days. But the only fairy around this house is
that piano student of yours. I don't like to
talk to you when you're like this. That's what
you always say when I'm drinking. Well, I'm not
drinking now. And you better listen to what I'm
saying. Oh, please, George, don't touch me. Yeah,
I knew that was coming next. Don't touch. That's
your favorite phrase, night and day. Don't touch,
George. You're hurting me. That's the only thing
you understand. The only touch that means a thing
to you. Go of me. Stop being such an animal.
I'll show you what animals do. No, George, please.
Don't. Don't. I'll show you what kind of an animal...
No, George, please don't. Please! Well, I guess
that wasn't much better, was it? What? You didn't
think much of the performance. I mean, it wasn't
exactly Horowitz, was it? No, it was perfectly
all right, Ronnie, really. But you're not all
right, are you? Oh, yes, I'm fine. You look awful.
No, I didn't mean that. You never look awful.
But you're acting so funny today. I'm sorry.
I guess I have something on my mind. Can I take
a guess? No. What you can take is the next page
of this lesson Listen Mrs. Small Look Can I call
you Julia? Really Ronnie I know I know You're
gonna give me all that stuff about teacher -student
relationship Only I'm sick of calling you mrs.
Small and I I hate it. I hate it because it's
his name. Ronnie. No. You're the most important
thing in my whole life. Please, Ronnie. I don't
want you to say things like that. They're not
true and they're just making it impossible for
me to teach you. You know how I feel about you.
I'm sure you do. You're just too smart not to
have seen it. I know that you're 20 years old.
Is that why you don't want me to talk about it?
Because I'm younger than you are? It's flattering
that you feel that way Ronnie, but I know it's
just a little crush you have. Boys go through
that sort of thing all the time. Boys? Crush?
Look, you're treating me like a kid. If you ask
me, that's why you keep me on those damn scale
exercises all the time. So you won't have to
think that I'm any more of a man than those ten
-year -old kids that you teach all the time.
No, Ronnie. I know you're a man. Then if you
think that, treat me like one. Just once. Please.
Please. Let me... Let me kiss you, Julia. Just
once. Ronnie. Please, Julia. What is it? What's
the matter? It's nothing. I just bruised my neck
a little, and when you touched it... Your neck?
Yes, it's nothing. Is that why you're wearing
the scarf today? Let me see. No, Ronnie, don't!
Oh, my God! It was just an accident. Nothing
but an accident. You're all bruised. Your whole
neck. Look at it. I can see more bruises. Down
the shoulder. What did he do to you? Please,
please don't talk about it. I can't bear to talk
about it. You don't have to. But he's going to
talk about it. With me. Hey, listen to that,
will you? Doesn't that bring back memories? Hey,
Julia. What? That song. We used to dance to it,
remember? In the goal room. First year we were
married. Hey, you want a drink? No, thanks. You're
drinking enough for both of us. Ah, it makes
me feel good. Yes, yes, I know. That's the thing
about wives. They ought to do what their husbands
do. A man needs a pal, not just a wife. I'm sorry
that I'm not a pal, George. That's why I need
a dog, you understand? A man's gotta have a friend.
Somebody who understands him, you see? You really
think that dog, what's his name, would understand
you? His name's Attila. Attila. That's an awful
name for a dog. A frightening name. Everything
scares you, even names. Who the heck is that?
I don't know. Hello, Mr. Smollett. Hey, what
is this? Since when do you give piano lessons
at night, Julia? Ronnie, what are you doing here?
I didn't come for a lesson. I came to... to talk
to Mr. Smollett. You want to talk to me? About
what? May I please come in, sir? Yeah, yeah,
sure. Come on, Sonny. Ronnie, you shouldn't have
come here. I won't stay long. I just want to
say something to your husband. Sure, kid. Go
ahead. I wanted to say that I know what you're
doing to Julia. I know how you've been hurting
her, and I won't let you get away with it. What
was that? Ronnie, no! Look, even if she doesn't
want to say anything about it, I will. You touch
her again, I'll go to the police. I mean that.
See, there are laws in this country. I think
maybe I'm hearing things. I swear, Mr. Smollett,
you ever hit her once more, you're going to go
to jail. So I'm going to jail her, and you're
going to put me there. Raleigh, I begged you
not to do this. No, no, no, no. It's okay, Julie.
I like hearing this. I mean, I want to know what
the younger generation is thinking. You don't
want me to hit my... wife anymore. Is that it?
That's it. You sure you know the difference between
hitting and just giving little love taps? Please,
Ronnie, go. Go right now. I mean, maybe you made
a mistake, kid. For instance, this is a love
tap. George! Now, that's a love tap, Ronnie baby.
This is it. George, stop it! Yes, it's sad to
realize that all men who love dogs aren't necessarily
lovable themselves But obviously George Smollett
is a man who believes that brute force trains
people as well as animals. He may be right in
some respects, but perhaps he should be aware
of the old saying that every dog has his day.
I'll be back shortly with Act 3. An important
day has arrived in the life of Julia Smollett
and her husband George, because Julia is on her
way to the offices of Dr. Frolic, who has promised
that this is the day which may bring her back
to the forgotten days of her past, perhaps to
the very day when she equated the word terror
with the friendly eyes and wagging tail of man's
best friend. Well, this better be the payoff.
That's all I've got to say. I hope you're not
disappointed, George. Well, at least you're talking
to me. That's the first word you've said to me
in two days. I haven't had much to say. Look,
the kid Ronnie's all right. I didn't mark him
up. He's still as pretty as ever. That worries
you, doesn't it? Nobody's got a right to walk
into my own house and say those things to me.
You have nothing to worry about, George. Yeah,
that's what you say. Fifty bucks a visit is something
to worry me. And forty a week for the dog. And
a lot of other things. We've also lost a piano
pupil. I suppose you realize that. Who cares
about that? Ronnie paid twenty dollars a week
for his lessons, George. I won't miss it. Not
as much as you'll miss your little Prince Charming.
Well, what about it? About what? You're gonna
miss them, right? You're not gonna have any shoulder
to cry on, are you? I think I'd better explain
exactly what I plan, Mrs. Smollett. We're going
to try something called age regression. Age regression?
It sounds as if you're going to make me younger.
That's almost exactly what we'll try to do. Well,
if you can, Doctor, you'll have every woman in
America on your doorstep. All I'm going to do
is attempt to take your mind back into your own
past. I'm going to see if you can relive some
of your earlier years. You mean that I might
actually remember things from my early childhood?
I'm hoping that you'll recall one particular
thing. The thing which you've been concealing
from your adult self for a very long time. It's
rather frightening, isn't it? No. No, you mustn't
fear knowledge, especially self -knowledge. Now,
we'll just draw the window shade and we'll get
started. Mr. Smollett, would you like to come
inside? Me? You mean you're all through so fast?
No, no, no, we're not through, but your wife
is in a deep trance, and I thought you might
want to be here when we begin the age regression
attempt. Well, sure, if you want me in there.
Hey, she looks like she's asleep. But she isn't.
Hypnosis only resembles the sleep state, but
it's not. Mrs. Smollett is very much awake. Yeah.
Mrs. Smollett, Julia, you may open your eyes
now. Ah, that's fine. Now, tell me, do you know
what day it is today? Yes, Wednesday. No, you're
wrong. It's Friday, Julia. Is that right? Yes,
Friday. No, Julia. It isn't Friday either. Do
you know what day it is now? No. I don't know
what day it is. In fact, right now you don't
know the day or the month or even the year, Julia.
Do you? No. You see, Mr. Smollett, I'm purposely
doing this to dislocate your wife in time. Oh,
yeah, yeah. I understand. Julia, you're going
to be a child all over again. You're going to
see and hear and feel everything you did since
you were a baby. And you're going to tell me
everything I want to know about what you see,
hear and feel. You're going to answer all my
questions starting right now. You understand?
Yes. Julia? You are one year old. Do you hear
me? You're an infant, only one year old. Tell
me what you know, Julia. Tell me if you're afraid
of dogs. Oh my God! You sound like a happy baby
to me, Julia. I don't think you had any fear
of animals when you were a little baby. Did you?
Now you're two years old, Julia. You can probably
say a few words now. Are you afraid of dogs?
No. No. And now you're three, Julia. You're growing
up very quickly. Now you're a big three -year
-old girl and Are you afraid of dogs now Julia?
No No Not afraid of bow Wow You're four years
old now Julia Tell me if you're afraid of dogs
now It's all right to shake your head as long
as you tell me Julia now You're five. Five years
old. What? Still not afraid of dogs? No. I'm
not afraid. I'm not afraid. Now you're six, Julia.
Six. This can't go on forever. Please, Mr. Smollett.
Not afraid at six, Julia? Then let's be seven
years old. You're seven years old. Still not
afraid, are you? Now, what about eight? You're
an eight -year -old girl now. Topper. Topper.
What was that? Topper. Poor Topper. What's she
saying? Julia, who is Topper? Is Topper a dog?
Yes, Topper is my dog. Where is Topper now, Julia?
They put Topper away. They killed him, and it's
all my fault. It's all my fault. What's your
fault? What did you do, Julia? No. It's his fault.
It's Bobby's fault. Who is he, Julia? Is Bobby
a friend of yours? I hate him. He teases me.
He teases me all the time. I'm glad I did it.
I'm glad. It means something. Yes, it means a
great deal, Mr. Smollett. Hey, Julia, now please
listen. I want you to tell me all about Bobby
and Topper. Bobby lives next door. He's ten.
He teases me. He pulls my hair. He tore my dress.
He put mud in my shoes and he hit Topper with
a rock. Mommy! Mommy! What happened, Julia? Why
are you calling your mother? What's happened
to Bobby? He's killed him! He's killed him! Who?
I warned him! I told him what I would do! I told
him! Was it Bobby you warned? Sick him! Sick
him, topper! Kill him! Kill him! Kill him! Quiet!
Julia, listen to me. I want you to explain everything
to me very clearly. Did you tell your dog to
hurt Bobby? Yes. Did he hurt Bobby? Did Topper
kill him? No. No, he hurt Bobby. He didn't kill
him. He hurt Bobby in the neck, but they killed
Topper. They killed my dog. And it's my fault.
Well, I think we've found the lost dog. So, now
you know, Mrs. Smollett. Now you may be able
to understand. It was this one incident in your
childhood, this one tragedy of your past innocence,
which is responsible for your phobia. More than
anything, you have a strong feeling of guilt.
You blame yourself for what happened to little
Bobby, when, in all likelihood, you were not
in any way at fault. No, Dr. Froelich. You're
wrong about that part. It was my fault. I remember
it all now. You probably just wished that Topper
would turn on the little boy, and you saw your
wish become a reality. So you accused yourself
of a crime. I didn't wish it. I told Topper what
to do. I hated Bobby so much, I wanted him to
sink his teeth in that little boy's throat. Well,
at least you've brought it all into the light,
Mrs. Smollett. And something tells me that it
won't be long before you'll willingly accept
the love and friendship of a dog again. Mrs.
Smollett, hi! Oh, hello Ronnie, how are you?
I'm okay, I guess. That looks like a brand new
car you're driving. Oh, yeah, it is. My parents
gave it to me for my birthday, but, well, it
took a couple of months to get it here from the
factory. Well, you see, I mean... I wanted a
couple of special things done to it. It's very
handsome, Ronnie. I'm sure you're enjoying it.
Yeah, it's great. Guess you've been shopping,
huh? Yes, I have been. Ronnie, maybe you'd like
to come inside for a few minutes for some tea
or something? I'm afraid I can't right now. I
mean, see, I'm supposed to pick up Lisa at her
house. Lisa? Yeah, Lisa Bryant. We, uh, sort
of gone steady now. Yes, yes. Yes, of course.
Well, um, it was very nice running into you,
Ronnie. Yes, it was. Hey, by the way, you're
looking, well, I mean, you seem real fine these
days, Mrs. Smollett. Yes, Ronnie. I'm really
very fine. Now, I've got to go inside. It's time
to feed Attila. Who? Goodbye Ronnie Attila where
are you? Attila here boy Where's that animal?
Oh, well, I suppose he's playing in the yard
or something. Oh, maybe he's in the bedroom Attila
now I see George's jacket's back from the cleaners.
I hope they haven't taken all the smell out of
it. No, they couldn't do that. Nothing will ever
take the smell of George out of anything. Now
to find that animal. Attila! We can't have you
tied up, can we, boy? We can't play our little
game if you're tied up. Yes, yes, that's a good
dog. Good, good boy, Attila. Now, now, now, let's
play our little game. See the jacket, Attila?
Who said a dog has to be man's best friend? Why
not woman's best friend? Especially a woman like
Julia who is just learning how really helpful
a dog can be. Or rather, she's remembering how
helpful. And one day soon, George Smollett will
come home to a very surprising greeting from
his own pet. I'll be back shortly. We hope we
haven't given you the impression that we don't
love dogs. We love them very much, especially
since dogs are descended from wolves. And the
wolf is not only a fascinating creature, he also
does something wonderful for all lovers of mystery
stories. He makes this chilling sound. Our cast
included Kim Hunter, George Matthews, Robert
Dryden, Gil Mack, and Mandy Patinkin. The entire
production was under the direction of Hyman Brown.
This is E .G. Marshall inviting you to return
to our Mystery Theatre for another adventure
in the macabre. Until next time, pleasant dreams.